the mysterious fangurl(izaya x reader x shizuo)

don't ask namie if she's dating izaya

disclaimer: durarara!! does not belong to me. i am just your average fangurl who makes fanfictions
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Normal POV:

"Whoa...this place is huge!!"

Your eyes gleamed in excitement as you shuffled into his place, almost forgetting to slip off your given slippers as you circled the area, awed by everything around you.

"Izaya, who is that?'

You immediately detected the female located at the top of the huge stairs. She was extremely beautiful, her long, silky black hair flowing gracefully down her hips, and the green turtle neck she was wearing clung onto her curvy body flawlessly, matching with a charming dark red mini skirt and black tights. Her face, however, carried a sharp glare, though luckily not at you.

"Oh, Namie-san, this is (y/n)-chan. She's going to be staying with me for awhile~"

You continued observing her, noticing her rolling her eyes in a disinterested manner.

"Is that so?"

Tactfully remaining quiet, you pursed your lips in a tight frown.

'Is she angry? Is that why she looks like that?'

'I mean, she seems so comfortable at his place, and Izaya-kun is acting like he is too, so...'

'They must be--'

"U-umm, I'm so sorry!!"

"Huh?"

"I didn't know Izaya-kun had a girlfriend! I'll go stay at another person's place, and leave the two of you--whoa!"

Before you could continue, you were stopped by a hand snaking around your waist and receiving a bewildered yelp from you, pulling you back into something sturdy and warm. Your face flushed unnaturally when you soon regained your composure, realizing the position you were in.

With Izaya.

"Hehh~ (y/n)-chan thinks Namie-san and I are dating? What imagination you have there~"

"Eh, you're not?"

Why would you think that?"

you were interjected before you could finish, this time from the woman. She shot an irritated look, unfortunately directed at you, as if she hated the thought of being with the raven-haired male.

"Sorry...you're just so pretty I assumed..."

The woman's face lightly blushed, her feet padding down the steps to where you and Izaya were. When she was in front you you both she pushed Izaya off you, somehow doing it in a refined manner. Without giving the man a second look she turned to you, nonchalantly introducing himself.

"I'm Yagiri Namie. Call me whatever you want. And, I'm NOT his girlfriend."

"..Yes, nice to meet you Namie-san..."

Satisfied with your response her pretty brown orbs darted back to Izaya.

"Hurt her and you'll have to watch your back for a while."

"That's harsh, Namie-san."                                                                                                                                           ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Your POV:

"Thanks again, Izaya-kun."

"Don't mention it at all, (y/n)-chan~ If there's anything you need, just tell me, 'kay?"

With a final wave Izaya-kun walked back down the stairs, leaving me alone in the guest room I was placed in. I shut the door gently, tiredly sprawling on the comfortable bed when I heard his faint footsteps fading away.

None of this made any sense.

Shinra-san and Celty-san...

Shizu-chan and Izaya-kun...

The streets,

Even Namie-san and this house...I, I know all of this. Everything was hazy, and stupidly unclear, but I was sure of it.

I turned to my side against the soft sheets, letting out a muttered groan. As I did so, I felt something hard poking my sides. Letting out a louder groan, I struggled to sit my exhausted frame up, exasperatingly stuffing my hands to identify the bothersome object.

My eyes lit up at the sight of the forgotten device I had pulled out.

That's right!!

I still had this, didn't I!! I could definitely find something from this!

Switching it on I swiftly swiped to the side, enthusiastically anticipating for any kind of new information to be revealed.

All my excitement instantly twisted into appalled dismay when a passcode page appeared instead.

I let out yet another groan, slumping back onto the bed roughly.

Of course I would set a passcode.                                                                                                   -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Izaya's POV:

I had never typed more furiously on my computer, countless different pages were opened all at the same time; all sources I knew that could potentially contained information on (y/n)-chan.

(y/n)...

(y/n)......

(y/n).........

I stopped, resting back into the support of my chair, and set my aching hands on the arms of my seat. Shock filled me, my eyes vacantly shifting through the contents of my computer screen. 

This was the first time such an occurrence had ever happened.

Not a single source that may be a clue to her identity, reliable or not.

The corners of my concentrated turned up, forming into the expression I wore most of the time. This is so interesting!!

Being so mysterious, (y/n)-chan you're the best!!

Out of the corner of my eye, Namie-san's disgusted face was visible, but I pretended I didn't notice her. I had more important things to do.

(y/n)-chan, you are the most interesting human I've ever come across.